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Saturday, June 07, 2008

Mix Tape a la Pirate


posted by sarah, the pirate at 4:15 PM

5 Comments:

Blogger The Contrarian Reviewer said...

This. Is. So. Cool.

June 9, 2008 5:15 AM  
Blogger The Contrarian Reviewer said...

As instructed, I made my own:

http://www.mixwit.com/thm61/new-mix

June 9, 2008 6:13 PM  
Blogger The Contrarian Reviewer said...

This is fun!

http://www.mixwit.com/thm61/loud-mix

June 11, 2008 2:58 PM  
Blogger sarah, the pirate said...

ahaha... i see you have discovered the addictive properties of making mixed tapes!!!

i was thinking the other day about making an actual mixed tape. i even bought one at the sketchy dollar store near our house.

i intend to singlehandedly bring back the mixed tape.

June 11, 2008 4:00 PM  
Blogger The Contrarian Reviewer said...

I used to make the awesomest mix tapes of all time*. But I stopped when the cassette tape went the way of vinyl.... :)

*As certified by Awesome Mix Tapes magazine.

June 12, 2008 1:17 AM  

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